Monday, November 25, 2019


As the day was ending, I went across the white bridge on a tempo run to the airport, listening to another one of those classical music podcasts, this time about the American composer and pianist Amy Beach. I have written before about the escapist qualities of these airport runs, but crossing the illuminated bridge at nightfall, just made it even more obvious as I was reminded of that favourite German word of mine, “Fernweh”.

Nostalgic as I may be about Buffy speak, German has a certain wistfulness but also capacity to surprise, as in the new instant scrabble favourite “Narwalig” (the quality of being like that toothed whale).

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